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Blossom Sol, 7 june 2012

dissociated angel

Late night gift
this conciouss to shift
these eyes that well
and show smiles that swell

Loose blessings
tied in hairless roots
these scented noses
like poisoness shoots

Lost memories pour through
gaping holes in the wall
to small minute cravices
- a dry tear eye ball

Glorified by the fences
of these humble stinging bees
These decietful broken brooms
- eyelashes for trees

That hold up the fruit
of you, my dear
shining in confusion
it's true, I snear

Don't hold back your anger
Unleash your fire down my throat
to tell me stories of ancient gods
sail my tears with your boat

And nothing will keep you
from sailing through hell
Tell me your desires darling
Ring on my hell bound bell

And i'll fall and I'll fall
And presume you are alive
take me out of this world beautiful
save me from this dive

So I can thank you with a kiss
But it's too late
Tears to dismiss
lips too cracked
Reality yet smacked
Hopes to just break
This hollow life cake

You eat, you eat
such gluttony of sin
To take part of my soul
Just to leave it in your bin.

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Blossom Sol, 18 march 2013

Feather on the neck

Dreams have disappeared
under icecubes of pillows
let her sleep
in her death orientated way
she sings in harmony
with broken pianos
and burnt out violins
to the sounds of the lost -
the people that forgot how to sing.

We forget in our hazy duality
that we exist
that we are alive
but living is not enough
for we live under a murderers knife
in which at any moment
we could break
for goodness sake
and for no sake at all

we are afraid
of being
seeing
the reality
we have all been dreaming

we are scared
of leaving behind
what we do not live at all
let us stand tall
against this
purgatory
this lost dreamt place
the anger on your face
chase chase chasing
you to your ancient land
it has been planned
but you will not listen

I only ever wanted to see your silver moonlight glisten

on my love of a heart
that you tore from the start
and push into my way
For I am here to stay
you can not leave me
you have made me immortal
So for eternity i shall stay
until i can take you through my portal

Amun ka ra

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Blossom Sol, 5 april 2013

Progress from the white washed walls.

So I am sitting there
in an over used chair
staring at this
silver foxed lady
of slandering bickering words
that ooze into my mentality

YET!

I am saved by a some what
out of perspective.

So anyway,

Picture here,
the scene.

She glamorises the gutter
with 'darling' and 'babe'

But I shall give her some credit,
to top up her speaker phone
for she is calm and collective
and does not seem to have any sort of background moan.

Anyway! To the point:
As she speaks,
I see.

Yes please, please, keep speaking at me.

Keep telling me how to allure the customers you yearn,
yes my silver lady,
I am willing to learn.

As she talks from a mouth that has created a permanent frown,
the lines I can see, are wearing their own crowns.

I watch her body move against the white wall
in her zebra print top
this elder woman is cool.

But anyway! To the point!

I am stuck in this joint,

but she soothes me with physical pleasures,

I watch her soul dance out of her body,
her electric soul is burning right out
and I am in awe looking at her
like no one else is about.

Yet the room is filled with more electricity then i can bare
but instead i blank out
and just stare and stare

then suddenly COLOURS!

First it is green,
why is this her aura, that I see before me?

I look to the left,
the cute blonde in pink
her energy is blue,
my heart is to sink
in such an electric ocean in front

My delicate eyes have performed such a stunt!

Two actors ahead,
giving wonders to my secret head
I watch the energies dance
I watch two souls create
from the movement of their little hands
the energy keeps changing state.

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Blossom Sol, 31 january 2013

Late night television

Pick up the phone
call quick
the box lures you in
come on come on
gives us your pennies
you slave ridden homicidal children of the lamb.

Spin the dice, take a chance!
With the devil, you shall dance!

Keep them coming,
the sand sinks quick
but stays conscious enough
for another persona to pick

Today I am fancy,
Today I am devine
And I shall call you mortermer
and tip toe on your hell bent telephone line

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Blossom Sol, 21 march 2013

The sacrament

Oh please do not let me forget who you are,
your face
lingering in my hollow eyes
that created barriers of glass
for the return of your barbaric ways
to crucify all that is left
of so called emotion.

Lesson number one,

do not feel anything.

When you have reached the stage of not feeling anything,

perhaps you could go down one of two paths:

1. become a psychopath
2. become a normal person of society.

Usually people of some importance in their towns merge between the two, the rest borderline on unwillingful self destruction but due to their innocence, carry on in a some what sublime happiness, although so their photos on the internet seem to express.

And so here is my poem for you to actually address.

God bless us, bless us
all big and small
and may he see
what a beautiful creation we all are
for we have forgotten
and we are not allowed to recall
no we have placed our souls away
and stand firm on an invisible mans stall

no fear
no love
no down below or above

no nothing.
nothing.
nothing
nothing.

So are we all content with our success?
finally we can keep the secrets at rest.

I thank you for musing me
with your observations.

Who am I today?

I shall wait for you tell me.

And i shall wait for you all to tell me my next move.

So smooth your heart beats with the rhythm of nothingness.

Soon i will be on the same line,
an emotionless carcass, dead and blind

trampling in the foot steps
of all the great others
the ones before
the leaders
who are dead.

No leaders live today.
So all we can do is pray.

pray that something out there has heard our cries
like islam tries
five times a day

For when all we are left with is nothing
all we have left is the will to pray.

HIP HIP HORRAY!!!!!!!!

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Blossom Sol, 1 april 2013

The cosmo church of love contract

Lunch with the Sun
and dinner with the Moon
as we swoon
dance
enchant
each others dreams
together in our triangle vessel
through me their light beams

For we amalgamated the blasphemies
Just to say we are but one
They tell me not to worry about fellow men
but laugh to be forever young

In which I say my trust is in your bank
as you reside in my loins
for I feel high off your unlimited love
counting my blood vessels like gold and silver coins

and I look into your eyes
night and day
to tell you I love you
and i will always do your way

"My mind is your mind
my heart is your heart
my soul is your soul"

I am not going to stop
until we have succeeded in our goal

I will give you all of your love back
by becoming the best I can ever be
mentally
physically
spiritually
Adding another three to our three

And when I have reached
the highest possible potential I can
I will keep on going just for you
my beauty
Like it is written in the master plan

For I will forever thank you
and embrace you every day
To feel you with every second
like every heart beat was to pray.

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Blossom Sol, 11 march 2013

Upgraded to the penthouse

The persecuted
That is
Non comparative
Non compatible
With ancient modern minds.
The blinds
Are closed
And have been shut for earth years, too long.
Sun creeps through it shadows yet darkness seeks no warmth.

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Blossom Sol, 3 march 2013

So outrageous it's courageous

Purgatory iron bars reflecting
drip drying blood in the sun
of lost dreams
lost desires
empty thoughts
swaying in my wind for ears
cheers from the birds
they heard my footsteps
creeping up on love
praying to the above
oh have forgiveness on my sins
my will is your will
i am yours
yet silence crept around faster
smoothered in plaster
breaking at the sound of rain
chained to these bars
these iron death decaying
once betraying
illusionary, monetary bars.

Flash the gold,
blow the blessing
No secret to hide
in my unwashed dressing
of moment grabbing garmets
that caress invisible pain
that suggest I am insane
but yet in fact just remotley obsecure
to lure in false tendancies
to allure, to cure
to use hands that heal
steal steal steal
fatal energy
beautiful electricity
of this avant garde
remorse
i feel for
not feeling
anything
anymore.

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Blossom Sol, 31 january 2013

Omnipresent lion

Dear Doctor DIY homotherapy kitten,

Your Don Juan ways
molesting my emotions
are no longer welcomed
in this golden temple
of outspoken, introverted
words of unheard-of wisdom.

Oh you may dream but its
so obviously promising
your lack of sincerty behind
evil smiles
illuminating eyes
despising my inside
sinister being! yet love reaches out
through cracks in your
well nourished up bringing
your out of the ordinary view
of contrasts between
this and that
here and there
do you know everything about me?
What underwear do I wear?

Ay little madam thats curly haired man infested
with words endlessly flowing from unclean
fingernailed bitten that's ridden with ecstacy
of hopless romantic dreams

Tell me your next plan
or what you thought of last year
of me, in the past
you know, before I fast
out your lieing ways,
below the hays of
watering melows
we sing
you made me dance in your lime light
with lemons sour to the taste
yet in my mind you resonate
and thoughts of you are not haste

my dear sweet harrington bear
you say this and that
but you clearly do not care
and who am I to care
when a stranger you are
a time passer at best
in a time travelers car.

Love from, Portia.

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Blossom Sol, 17 march 2013

Uriel

They found it in the sleeping desert
wind swept arbitarys riding
molecules of so called fur
with wings like pegasus
mounting to the sun
my liquid friend
i will see you again
more than from just one vision
our matrimomy will rule
without the death of anything perculiar
no blood will be spilt
when we ride in your way
my beautiul desitiny
in your love i stay
and pray to your mentality
against this earth reality
i feel you within my skin
beating like you knew
it's where you've always been
tell me more
whisper me your plans
and we'll map them together
through out all of the descended lands.

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Latest items:

Poetry

dissociated angel

Feather on the neck

Progress from the white washed walls.

Late night television

The sacrament

The cosmo church of love contract

Upgraded to the penthouse

So outrageous it's courageous

Omnipresent lion

Uriel

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